They had me convinced.

Selina, her mother, the lawyers, all of them, saying it over and over, that asking for help was proof I was broken.” He was quiet a moment.

“There were nights I genuinely wondered if I was the one losing my mind.

They said it so many times, so certainly, that I started to doubt my own memories.

My own version of what had happened.”

And that, I understood, was the deepest wound of the whole ordeal, deeper than the lost house or the stolen company.